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Has /k/ ever killed anyone? I killed 1 home invader and wounded the other in a home invasion back in 2009 and it still keeps me up at night sometimes. I just figured I'd post it here because others might be interested. I won't share too many location details because there are news stories about this and the last thing I need is to get Dox'd.
> Be me summer of 2009
> Live in house in small town about 15k population with GF (In the US)
> Like guns, always have, keep loaded 1911 in my nightstand
> One night, wake up hear shit downstairs
>Assume its dog making stupid fucking noises, but I have to pee anyway so I get up to go to the bathroom
> As I get up I notice my dog in the corner of my room
> Panic.jpg
> Grab 1911
> Head downstairs quietly
> as I get down the stair case I turn right, into living room where I see a guy standing there he's looking at me, he has something in his hand but I couldn't tell what it was
> Fired 2 rounds into his chest and he goes down
> his friend comes around the corner, see's me, I fire off 3 shots, 2 missed, one winged him in the shoulder as he's turning to run
> He hauls ass into the dark night
> look back at guy I shot
>Dog barking a fucking storm, GF comes downstairs with a Glock
> Tell her to call police
> Eventually the kid who got away went to hospital for treatment and got arrested
It was really surreal. It happened so fast and I don't even really remember hearing the gun go off, or even thinking about any of it. After I saw the first guy I was so scared, and it didn't even really sink in till the police got there. It turns out they were some fucking local junkie fucks who were just trying to steal some shit to support their heroin habit, so I don't really feel bad about it. It's just weird as fuck thinking that he had lived his own life for 22 years, with all his own experiences and shit, only to have it ended by some tiny pieces of metal in a matter of seconds.
So, does /k/ have any stories to share?
> Be me summer of 2009
> Live in house in small town about 15k population with GF (In the US)
> Like guns, always have, keep loaded 1911 in my nightstand
> One night, wake up hear shit downstairs
>Assume its dog making stupid fucking noises, but I have to pee anyway so I get up to go to the bathroom
> As I get up I notice my dog in the corner of my room
> Panic.jpg
> Grab 1911
> Head downstairs quietly
> as I get down the stair case I turn right, into living room where I see a guy standing there he's looking at me, he has something in his hand but I couldn't tell what it was
> Fired 2 rounds into his chest and he goes down
> his friend comes around the corner, see's me, I fire off 3 shots, 2 missed, one winged him in the shoulder as he's turning to run
> He hauls ass into the dark night
> look back at guy I shot
>Dog barking a fucking storm, GF comes downstairs with a Glock
> Tell her to call police
> Eventually the kid who got away went to hospital for treatment and got arrested
It was really surreal. It happened so fast and I don't even really remember hearing the gun go off, or even thinking about any of it. After I saw the first guy I was so scared, and it didn't even really sink in till the police got there. It turns out they were some fucking local junkie fucks who were just trying to steal some shit to support their heroin habit, so I don't really feel bad about it. It's just weird as fuck thinking that he had lived his own life for 22 years, with all his own experiences and shit, only to have it ended by some tiny pieces of metal in a matter of seconds.
So, does /k/ have any stories to share?